Monday, August 17, 2009
Back to Dallas
Yellowstone was a blast. I have been enduring a Yellowstone bear drought for over a decade, and finally my bear search came to fruition in the form of a small black cub, chewing berries about a foot off of the road.
Fishing the boulder with grandpa was very fun and educational for the both of us. We are better fisherpeople than we were a month ago. Fly fishing is definitely a relaxing way to spend an afternoon.
We ate at The Grand 5 times, which is always a culinary delight. I accidentally ran into Michael Keaton while telling a story about running into him about 20 years ago. That was pretty weird.
We visited Pete and Carol's way up the Boulder river in the mountains, and spent the afternoon exploring streams and telling stories over homemade cherry strudel.
We visited Bozeman, shopping the downtown strip. For the first time, I actually bought nothing. That probably had something to do with the massive losses I sustained in the market today. Ah the market, it giveth and it taketh away.
I would like to thank my grandparents for being so perfect and allowing us to stay with them at their home. They mean the world to us, and seeing them at their best in Montana is always moving and special.